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[Jan. 31st, 2011|11:29 pm] |
*working on a tip from Glorfindel, hauls ass with his grandfather and Mike the Marchwarden to Vána's place*
*makes his way to the front door and wonders how closely guarded the place is likely to be*
*figures he might at least try knocking (and it takes all his restraint not just to shout out Káni's name* |
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[Jan. 30th, 2011|01:04 pm] |
*really did intend to sneak or shoot his way into Doriath* *finds the added complication of the borders being closed and rather heavily guarded when he and Gil-galad drive near, however*
*gets out of his car well clear of the roadblock, trying to work out the best way to go about this* Well. This could get messy. |
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[Jan. 18th, 2011|08:38 pm] |
*when one day, then two pass without any further confirmation from Rachel, descends on his eldest's office on the appointed day, thinking Rachel might be there already and simply forgot to send him the go-ahead (not that it's like her to forget...well, anything)*
*bursts inside with barely a glance at poor Margaret* 'káno! We got a schedule to keep here! *stops short in the inner office, surprised to actually see Fingon sitting at his desk* *at a more reasonable volume (for a normal person; downright subdued for a Fingolfin)* You know 'bout the schedule? |
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worried
confused